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A Star Is Gone
By Sreemanti Bag
When sunlight percolates through the window pane,
I can feel how still
I am wriggling in pain-
All my last efforts to cuddle you up in my arms went all but in vain!
Desolated, isolated,
Feeling like insane,
I question myself-
Shall I seek revenge,
Or try to revamp and regain?
My thoughts blur like drops of rain-
Was my love not destined to last?
Not in soul, but in flesh and blood!-
Went paltry, mundane !
My image mocks at me when I look into the mirror
I wish to die in shame.
When sunlight percolates through the window pane,
I can feel how still I am wriggling in pain.
By Sreemanti Bag